Musings of Mistera - In the Maw of the Drow Fortress

Many days pass before reaching landmarks from my vision. I stretch my limbs and look to Cypress at my side. I snarl and growl to him, and he nods in understanding. He gobbles the rest of the rabbit carcass before settling in some foliage.

I growl and grimace as my body changes - bones crunch and joints grind as the forest becomes much larger and the smells stronger. I wriggle my nose, scratch my head and then scamper up to the keep.

Drow.

What kind of danger has one of my own kind gotten into, for me to be led into a Drow keep to offer my aid? I scamper in the shadows, wriggle through small holes and follow patrols, getting my bearings.

An alarm goes off - bells in the distance - and the patrol I'm following speeds up. I strain to keep up with my stubby furry legs, and only just manage to not lose them in the maze of cells. They draw their swords in preparation for battle, and my eyes scan the dim light, searching for the intruders.

One of them is her.

I sneak into a dark corner of the room before surveying the battle. The woman and her companions are already fighting a handful of Drow, and the casters look fatigued and weary. I wriggle my whiskers, recalling my spells from memory. I call forth wolverines to keep the fighters busy as I cast spells to penetrate the spellcaster's Anti-Life shell. The battle is joined by more Drow, one of which erects a very large and impenetrable wall of stone between his brethren and the intruders. I summon more wolverines to finish him off, and bite the last Drow in the ankle, passing a poison to him in the process, before he runs screaming into the corridor.

Squeaking in success and thanking the spirits of the wolverines for their sacrifice, I approach the stone wall. I place a tiny paw upon it, recall the words of stone shifting, and make a portal for the party to continue their escape.

Their surprise was amusing.